My poem my riddle 2

When the seas darkends and the sky gives a path as day

the wind becomes a deliverer and takes on extra weight

an excuse of a force to take a break

this lasts a short amount of time

where the wind gives way

and H2O takes it place

three colors attract

and then there is no turning back

all becomes silent with the little lack

a figure of where we look under and not over

we see a place valued like gold

a memory is created

a warmth of care fills the air

and hunger is satifisified pretty fair

the olors attract once again

gravity takes a break back for a friend

and the wind carries extra weight back home in the end